Paragon City

Psychowolf puts himself in front of the thug's gun, throwing punches at the thug's head and kidneys.

The thug, being rather new to thugging, goes down quickly. Which reveals his two, more experienced buddies behind him, one aiming his gun at Psychowolf's head, the other aimed at the wolf's head. "Hey man, we don't want no trouble. That guy was an idiot."
"Yeah, the boss just wants ta talk! No weapons or nuthin', just a nice talk!" They explain.

Psycho lets out a long, slow breath, a slight growl upon his breath.
"What does your boss want to talk about."

"He don't tell us, man, we're just messengers! Somethin' about talking with tha new heroes or somesuch!"
The secondary thug puts his weapon down a bit, relaxing. "Yeah, an' he says you're the only one he think's'll listen!"

"I'll listen. This ain't my city. Just passing through."

Both the thugs lower their weapons, visibly relaxing. "That's good, man, that's good. He'll meet you here, in an hour." Primary thug says, handing over a folded piece of paper.

"Guess I'll see what your boss wants, then," Psychowolf muttered, taking the paper and glancing at it.

It is the address of a nearby store for magical artifacts.

Psychowolf nods at the.... gentlemen... and whistles at his wolf, getting ready to head to a spot near the meeting to wait.

The thugs walk away, slowly, checking their backs repeatedly.

Psychowolf wanders over to a spot where he can check out the meeting place for a while without being too conspicuous. Decades of living have taught him how to embrace the shadows like old friends and watch. Something is coming about, he can feel it in his bones. What it could be, he had no idea, but now he wondered... but enough of that, he thought, shaking the cobwebs clear with a grimace. It was a time for looking and listening, not turning into a one toothed old wife.

Ice bounces. "Y's m'm!" She turns, hurrying off to bring the package to the man requested.

((Does she use an established route back to hell, or make her own portal/gate?))

He sees a set of thugs wearing clothing very similar other three go into the store. It's not yet time for the meeting. His wolf can smell brimstone and sulfur upon them.

Ulon sighs once more, and then his form ripples and he's three foot long salamander, scorching the ground beneath him slightly. In a hissing voice he then acknowledges the idiot with the guns. "Ya know, it'ssss actually rather stupid to attempt to use gunssss on a creature of magic... Essspecially one like an ice elemental that, ohhh, has a solid body of ice." After scolding the idiot hero, Ulon spits several miniature balls of acidic fire at the elemental, still completely ignoring the cowering mage behind the idiot hero.

Ice hums, heading to one of the pre established routes.

"Look, I use what I got. Us human heroes got it pretty hard, you know. Sides, it's not all just guns. Close your eyes in three!" the hero pulls a pin and throws what appears to be a red grenade. Three seconds later it blows up into a concentrated firestorm that blasts off one of the elemental's tendrils, completely. "Damn I wish I had more of those!"

On her way there, a pair of thugs in red clothing stop her, one holding a hand of fire and the other wielding a knife. "Hey there. Looks like you have something we might want, little red chicky. Why don't you just hand that over?" the one holding the knife says.

Ice raises an eyebrow. "Y'ah, n't h'pp'ning. S'rry." She waves her hand to freeze the ground beneath them.

Thug Fireball points his burning hand down and the ground bursts into flames. "Sorry girlie, but the boss wants whatcha got!" He lifts his other hand, revealing a rather large and threatening SMG.

Ice sighs, trying to freeze the guns. "H' c'n't h've 't, s'rry."

His gun freezes just as he pulls the trigger, causing it to shatter. The shards slice his hand deeply. "Oh your going to regret that, girlie. Get her!" he says, and suddenly there are two more thugs, each with knives, at each of her sides. The first knife thug is still behind Thug Fireball, waiting patiently.

Ice turns, trying to freeze their feet to the ground.

It seems Thug Fireball's fire is only a personal thing and the other two thugs are now stuck. Thug Fireball on the other hand throws his namesake her way. A stream of fire heads right towards her.

"Gyuaugh!" Ice jumps into the air, wings flailing.

It passes beneath her. "Why don't you just die already?" Fireball says, missing with the next fire stream. One of the ice bound thugs is close to getting free.

Ice tries to freeze -everything-, including Thug Fire's heart.